Pain and Pleasure

I finally got Bitty in to the doctor today for his…ahem…one year check up. Poor baby, he had to get four shots! All the way home he cried, and kept telling me, “I don' like dose shotsh! Dose shotsh are burning my legs!”

Later, we met Tracy at Central Market for dinner and some music. Pook and Bean danced with the band, though Bean was mostly enthralled with the instruments. I know she was thinking, “If I could just get my hands on that fiddle…”